"How are you feeling, mate?" asked Kakunaman with concern.
"Given my circumstances, I feel quite swell, my friend," replied s3c0ndh4nd weakly. "Have a seat."
Kakunaman did so. As he did, he handed s3c0ndh4nd a small pile of letters.
"From well-wishers." he explained quickly.
"Ah… read them to me, would you?"
Kakunaman read each and every letter, one by one. At the end, s3c0ndh4nd looked deeply moved.
"What do you want me to write back to them?" Asked Kakunaman, with a pen in his hand.
s3c0ndh4nd closed his eyes for a moment, deep in thought.
"Tell them… goodbye, and thank you." he said after a while.
"Don’t say that," Kakunaman told his friend. "You’ve still got lots of time."
"Kakunaman, my dearest friend," s3c0ndh4nd started. "You have seen men die hundreds, if not thousands of times. Do not pretend that you do not know what the process looks like."
"But-"
"I am far beyond the stages of anger or denial, my friend. I have come to accept my fate as it is." Even as he said this, a tear was forming in the corner of his eye. "Life has treated me well, and I expect that death shall treat me well too. Until then, let me enjoy what time I have left. Let us speak on this subject no further."
"Now you’re the one lying to me." replied Kakunaman with a faint smile on his face. "Yeah, I’ve seen hundreds of men die, but not a single one of them accepted their death unconditionally. Talk to me, say whatever you have left to say."
"A sermon, you mean?" asked s3c0ndh4nd, trying to smile back.
"Hey, I hope that’s not a stab at me!" Kakunaman looked offended. "I’m proud of my sermon! Too bad both copies of it have been destroyed or lost.."
"I was not insulting you, my friend. I do not have the charisma required to deliver such a sermon anyhow."
Kakunaman dismissed s3c0ndh4nd’s comment with a wave of his hand. "You could do it. Anyone can do it. Isn’t that what you’re always telling your mates about writing? It’s the same thing."
"Maybe I should have-" He looked up suddenly. "Kakunaman, where is the apostle? I haven’t seen her since we last spoke."
Kakunaman didn’t respond, and looked at the ground.
"So, she left." said s3c0ndh4nd flatly. "Did she leave a note, or anything explaining her reasoning?"
"She told me that you had changed and that she was afraid of what you were becoming. That’s all."
"Bah…" s3c0ndh4nd looked saddened. "So she is entirely unaware of my condition then…"
"Do you want me to send her a letter?" Kakunaman asked.
s3c0ndh4nd considered this for a moment before answering. "No," he said finally. "That would make her feel guilty, and I do not want to do that. Leave it be."
There was silence in the room for a minute.
Then s3c0ndh4nd spoke again.
"Kakunaman, what will you do when I am gone?"
"Huh?"
"Will you stay at the temple, will you leave, will you stay with The Union..?"
"I’ve never really been involved with the workings of The Union, and you’ve got a successor to take care of that for you, so-"
s3c0ndh4nd cut him off. "My successor will not be the Fourth Hero of The Union. Look what happened to me. It will be even worse for him. To force him into The Union would be to sentence him to death. I will not do this. If he wants to join The Union, I will leave that door open for him, but unless he is a madman, he will decline my offer. As for the temple, I will give both you and him joint ownership of it. You can inhabit it, sell it, burn it to the ground, abandon it, or whatever else you want. It is your choice. With that information, I ask you again. What will you do?"
"I’ll go wherever he goes, I guess. Unless he turns out to be a total n00b, in which case I’ll leave and go off on my own for a while."
"I see." responded s3c0ndh4nd. "That is reassuring…"
Again, silence took over the room.
Minutes later, s3c0ndh4nd spoke.
"What day is it today?" he asked, looking confused.
"November 5th." replied Kakunaman.
"Oh dear." said s3c0ndh4nd with a grimace. "How terribly ironic. It was you who created this holiday, wasn’t it?
"Yes, comrade, it was me." answered Kakunaman. "Way back on November 5th, 2003.
"Why did you create it?" asked s3c0ndh4nd.
"Ah… I remember it as if it were yesterday…" said Kakunaman with a reminiscent smile. "It was four years ago today that I celebrated the first Commencement Day. I created it because I saw tons of people out there who were doing nothing. These people had dreams, but they were sitting on their asses instead of taking action and fulfilling them. Commencement Day, as you know, is a holiday where you’re reminded that life doesn’t last forever, and that you need to start fulfilling your dreams now."
s3c0ndh4nd looked at Kakunaman, and then at the ground.
"Yes, my friend. How terribly, terribly ironic."
Yet again, the room fell silent.
s3c0ndh4nd then had something else to tell his friend.
"You know what I regret?" he asked.
"I do, but you’ll tell me again anyways, won’t you?"
s3c0ndh4nd smiled weakly. "I regret that entire Wrigley Field incident. I simply cannot believe how stupid I was then. I overreacted and punched one of my most loyal friends in the face, and then I did something even worse. I was afraid of chastisement, and so I tried to justify my action. I claimed that his light slap was provocation enough for me to punch him. The final result was that instead of helping my friend, who was obviously in great pain, I insulted him and made things worse. I asked for his forgiveness once, but I never tried again. He refuses to even acknowledge my existence anymore, making speaking to him impossible. I cannot say that I blame him. I wouldn’t forgive myself for what I did. It was an unforgivable act. Truly though, I tell you… It has been over six months, and not a single day has gone by that I do not regret what I did. It has eaten me from the inside, like a parasite. It follows me around in the back of mind whenever I am awake, and when I sleep, it haunts my dreams. Now it is too late for me to seek any kind of peace with Kid…" At this point, s3c0ndh4nd broke down and began to weep. "I… I meant no harm…"
Kakunaman waited for s3c0ndh4nd to calm down before speaking.
"You know, you should really look on the positive side of life. You’d regret a lot less if you did, and you’d be happier. It’s just like you say: It’s all a matter of perspective. Well, you should follow your own advice. Look at life from a postive point of view, and you’ll be in a positive mood. It’s easy."
s3c0ndh4nd looked at his friend for a moment, before closing his eyes. "You know… I have always thought of you as a good man."
Kakunaman noticed that s3c0ndh4nd’s voice had become very weak. His brief speech had taken a lot out of him.
"I have always thought of you as a wise man…" he said softly. "And you know what they say about wise men…"
"Wise men?" s3c0ndh4nd looked confused for a moment, but then his eyes lit up briefly. "Yes… yes I do." his voice was barely a whisper now. "You know… he was always my favourite."
"I know, s3c0ndh4nd, I know."
"Could you… read it to me? Just… once?" s3c0ndh4nd seemed to be using all of his energy now just to speak. Tears were beginning to spout from his eyes.
"I would be happy to…" Kakunaman himself could barely keep from breaking down. He began to recite:
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night."
Using all of his remaining strength, s3c0ndhand completed the poem.
"Rage… rage against the dying of the light." he whispered, and slowly shut his eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"My God, Kakunaman… After two years… this is all I’ve done…"
The room fell silent once again, but this time there was no one to break the silence.